Not A Monster ● Loki × Reader ●

05 - Yes, I am a dictionary.

Revenge.

That was the first thing that came to mind when I thought of the raven haired God named Loki Laufeyson. And no better way to get back at him than a classic good old prank.

Pranks were something I had managed to pull and become known for - believe it or not - during my lengthy time at Hydra. Most guards who were there against their will tended to enjoy my random bouts of mischief.

For the longest time, my pranks were the one of, if not the only things that were able to grace the faces of the depressed guards with smiles, so I liked to think that I was rather talented in the chaos department.

Wandering into the kitchen, I found just the right materials to get this whole thing started: A crisp new box of Oreo's.

I snatched them right off the counter and brought them to my room. With it being so early in the morning, being quiet was absolutely crucial to this, so I tip-toed all the way back into my room, shutting my door with the faintest of clicks.

I peeled open the box, pulling out an Oreo. The third one from the front of the middle of the row. 

Just from my time at this boring tower, I was quick to know that every morning, Thor would grab his usual pack of pop-tarts and two Oreo's, always giving one to Loki. Though, Loki didn't ever 'eat' one until yesterday. He looked like he ate it, but quickly threw it into the trash.

My hunch was that Thor would go about his usual and give Loki the third. Whether or not Loki would eat it was the question...

Bruce had upped my PL's from 25% to 35. So I may be able to plant a small idea into the thunder god's head, making him relentless for Loki to actually eat the cookie...

I grabbed my toothpaste from my bathroom and began my work of separating the cookies from the cream, replacing the white frosting with my equally white toothpaste, then placed the cookie right back into the box.

I snuck back out to the kitchen, taking a cookie from the back of the box simply for my own enjoyment.

I placed the box right on the counter as Thor stepped out of his room, mid yawn. 

Loki exited his room shortly after, looking rather mad at Thor for having woke him up since their rooms are right beside each other.

Asgardians had a strange internal clock because they all woke up at the same time no matter if it was a disturbance or an alarm clock going off with an ear bleeding shrill.

Thor, catching sight of the cookie in my hands and the box of them on the counter top, grinned, dragging Loki over. Thor did just as I expected and picked up the first two, giving the third 'completely normal' one to Loki, who stared at it as if it was the grossest thing in the world.

Though, once he took a bite, it would be the grossest thing in the world and I was ecstatic for that moment to come.

"Brother, you must truly try one today. They are delicious!" Thor grinned at his brother, who did not look interested in what the blond was saying at all.

Loki rolled his eyes, "I do not indulge in these... Midgardian sweets."

"What, did you have candy on Asgard?" I ask with a small chuckle, taking a sip of my tea.

He gave me a look and I didn't even need to know what he was thinking to know that he thought I was daft. "Yes, of course," He said.

He stared at the minty with toothpaste cookie and grimaced at it before taking a small bite. A genuine bite. After chewing for a moment, his absolutely priceless reaction kicked in. His eyes turned into saucers and his face paled.

I burst out laughing, keeling over as I gripped my stomach. 

Thor turned and looked at me. He, nor any of the other Avengers that lived here and had already been sat in the living room, had ever heard me laugh. It was rare. And I think that the fact that Loki's attitude was what made me laugh was the true shock factor for everyone.

Loki rushed to the bin and spat out what was in his mouth, then tossed the remainder of the cookie into the trash. "What in Odin's name was that?!" He spoke between coughs, looking at Thor. 

Thor ate his own cookie slowly, licking the frosting first before deciding that it was safe from my wrath and munching down on the thing in a singular bite.

"That is called an Oreo." I pointed to the half-eaten cookie in the trash, "And that-" I pointed to his reaction to the prank food, "-was called karma," I laughed. 

Loki glared at the box of treats and I knew that he would likely never even touch the black and white food for as long as he lived. He grumbled something under his breath in a language I could not understand.

But whatever the words were made Thor chuckle.

I arch my brows. I was fluent in at least six languages, but whatever the Asgardian Prince just spoke in was not in the dictionary within my brain.

Thor must have caught on to my confusion because he turned and faced me with a small smile still plastered across his lips. "It's called Asgardian."

"Old Norse." I think for a moment. "So like Norwegian or Icelandic?"

"Norwegian is more modern compared to Old Norse," Thor explained.

"Icelandic is particularly closer. More traditional," Loki added, drinking some water to wash the taste of a toothpaste Oreo from his mouth.

I nod, making a mental note to learn the language later on tonight. I had - due to my time at Hydra and the magic they gave me - developed a skill to learn exceptionally fast. About ten times faster than the average human. So all I would have to do is get my hands on an Icelandic dictionary and read it tonight. I'd be fluent by tomorrow.

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A/N - I'm back Darlings! 'nother chapter out and hot to go just for you! It was short, I know. Oh well. 

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